The fame the fortune is what everyone wants.
The tattoos the nose-rings what has it come to?
The clothes, the hair, just for popularity!
No love, No care, Only filthy air.
No peace, No quiet, Only screaming through the night.
A hundred boyfriends, A thousand girl friends, Has this world come to an end?
Teasing, Laughing, putting someone else down.
Is this what the world has come to?